So, the Bucky saga continues.
We didn't take the 60 home yesterday because we knew there would be some major shit happening (plus my car is of questionable legality). We saw numerous troopers on the thruway. Today in the Jamestown Post Journal there were some photos of what the scene on the 60 looked like:
Your eyes do not deceive you! The one trooper is indeed carrying some sort of assault rifle! I'm so happy Josh and I avoided that mess, otherwise I'm sure I would have been very late for my Fantasy Football draft, which went very well, thank you for asking.
Apparently one of the wounded troopers lost one of his legs. I know some of you don't like police, I've heard talk about parts of the suburbs being police states (what the fuck do we know about police states anyway?), but those are people who are paid to protect the public, us, from pieces of shit like Bucky. They were ambushed, cheap shotted, by this motherfucker, who will hopefully die a slow, painful, torture-filled death before taking the express train to hell. I know me saying that will make some people cringe, rightfully so, but I think about the kids and the family of those troopers who were attacked and it drives me to near insanity.
I also think about the family and friends who are complicit in this nonsense from Bucky, and they should be severely punished as well. I want them to fucking BURN. God forbid if someone I know were ever that kind of homicidal maniac, I would not hesitate for one moment to turn his ass in, or get on TV and beg for him to do so on his own.
At least taking the extra long drive was nice. Driving from Jamestown to the thruway was very pleasurable today. You go all along Chautauqua lake, through lots of orchards and pretty places, over some hills where you see Lake Erie, and there are also lots of little bed and breakfasts and interesting looking places all along 394. Taking a drive like that, or biking it, or whatever, it really does restore your soul.
Tomorrow we brave the 60 because Dad wants to know what kind of delays there are. If Bucky shoots me, he better kill me, otherwise you can be damn sure I'm gonna get that $225,000 reward.
Jason
haha, or maybe real ones- he is an orthopedic surgeon after all.
Sounds like a Doc who has seen too many of those anatomical skeletons, Jenks. Creepy.
I know a guy who says the girl is only skinny enough if you end up with bruises on your hipbones from her. :(
I dated a boney girl a few months ago. Every Monday I'd walk around with pain in the groin area. I thought I'd pulled a muscle hiking on the weekend. But soon I realized that her boney pelvic bone was the culprit.
Let me offer this one thought: Curves are lot more fun than straight lines.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. Runway models are runway models for a reason. They aren't real, they are insanely skinny and thus that is why they are runway models...it is not something to aspire too but I don't think it is bad. Fashion is not seriuos, just as noone really wears what is shown on a runway usually, noone should aspire to be them...
"but I'm almost certain guys don't like women with the body of a stray animal. I'm just sayin."
Hahahahaha, Jason, that was perfectly put. Boney gorls are not attractive at all, definitely not my taste.
I'm going to use that, stray animal style.